[The theme to "Fawlty Towers" plays.]
["Oxford. 9:30 am. Tuesday. Eggs for breakfast."]
[The camera zooms on the face of A.J. Taylor. He sports a slightly oversized black suit with light pink pinstripes. He wears a pink tie and pink dress shirt. His black hair is slicked back, and he wears oversized black sunglasses. He frantically runs from room to room. He stops in one.]
Taylor: Have any of you seen this sorry sod? [He holds up a conveniently stashed 8x6 glossy of "Maximum" Stanley Stone]
[[font="][/font]Zoom to a woman buttoning up her blouse. Zoom on a man's horrified face.]
Man: Uhh... no? Sorry.
[Taylor awkwardly stares at them for a moment.]
Taylor: Well, carry on your repopulation then.
[He frantically runs out of the doorway and down the hallway a bit further. He suddenly starts breathing heavily. He is out of shape. He smiles at the camera as he regains his composure.]
Taylor: Andrew James Taylor, here. The world's greatest promoter. [suddenly begins talking in a "Crocodile Hunter" accent] Crikey, I'm looking for the world's most dangerous idiot! [end of accent. He begins yelling.] HAS ANYONE SEEN THIS BOY? [He points. Suddenly, he hears something and charges into a classroom.]
[A rather old man is pointing at a world map covered in various spots of red. He speaks in a thick English accent.]
Man: The British Empire once covered the globe! From Ceylon to Canada... from Australia to Nigeria! From...
[Taylor charges in. He sees "Maximum" Stanley Stone scribbing notes rapidly in his notebook. Taylor grabs him by the arm and drags him out of the classroom.]
Taylor: Sorry, continuing your... well, whatever you're doing. Intellectualizing and what have you.
[Zoom to the professor's bewildered face. Cut to Taylor and Stanley in the hallway.]
Taylor: What the hell are you doing? You have a match against this [rips a piece of notebook paper out of his jacket pocket]... well, I can't read my own writing.
Stone: Adam Benjamin.
Taylor: Yeah, whatever. I've never heard of him.
Stone: I've seen him. He's quite good. I saw him once wrestle in Manchester...
Taylor: Shut up! What the bloody hell were you doing in the class anyway, you hopeless, sorry sod?
Stone: Self-improvement, sir.
Taylor: Listen, the only way you're going to improve is by listening to me. This... well, whatever you were just doing to crap out on your match... it's no good. It's useless in the real world.
Stone: Wrestling skills are
useful in the real world?
Taylor: Yes, they're good for my bank account. So, now shut up, and listen. Actually, come with me....
[Stone and Taylor walk into a classroom and sit down. A screen comes down from the ceiling and a projector begins to play footage of Adam Benjamin.]
Stone: I thought you didn't know who he is?
Taylor: Dramatic flourish... now, listen... at the Superbowl of Wrestling, it's you and this guy...
[We see Benjamin powerbombing a helpless opponent]
Stone: Listen, boss. This is our first match at World's Finest Wrestling, and I'm not going to let you down. You've brought us here... and I'm ready for this match. I've been training... and I know this is going to be the toughest match of my career...
[Clips of Stone wrestling in the UK begin to flash on the screen. We see the back of Stone's head as he continues to talk.]
Stone: I respect Adam Benjamin. But, at the Superbowl of Wrestling, I am going to show you, boss, and the world that "Maximum" Stanley Stone is the best mat technician in the world.
Taylor: You're still a stupid sod.
Stone: Yes, sir.